Jason stormed into the study with the sole aim of chastising Jordon, but his righteous anger was deflated when he saw that the room was empty. He stood at the door awkwardly, trying to contain all his anger and wondering where the hell his dastardly brother could be.
“Where is Jordon?” he asked the butler when he marched downstairs with heavy footsteps.
“Perhaps Lord Brighton is in his chambers,” the man replied. “I assume he will be there before leaving for his meeting in an hour with a viscount in town.”
“I did not ask you for details,” he growled. “I only asked where he was.”
He stomped away towards Jordon bedroom, where he found him obsessing over which coat he would wear.
“You,” he snarled, “are the most obnoxious, egotistical, infuriating and foolish man I’ve ever had the disp
